Excerpt: Skylines

As invincible as we like to think ourselves, not everyone is as resistant to the affliction and it's various strains as we'd like to think we are. We are too busy living on our rock above all others, our high of immunity, our knowledge that this is the end and that a violent death of drug abuse, insanity related suicide slash murder or simple psychotic violence and rage is expected and encouraged. We have no use for tomorrows. No use for a future that will not exist. No desire to last longer than our functionality. Our fatalism is all pervasive, a constant thing we are aware of and live on. It makes psychotic, reckless fools of all of us - no matter how smart, how popular, straight-laced or level-headed you were before the revolutions and the end of days, all that disappears in the face of a foe unknowable, unbeatable, and inevitable. In those circumstances, why would we have anything better to do but drink, drug and fuck eachother into the downward spiral into the end of the world?